What Is More In Love? Poem by lalitha iyer

When lust is gone,
when age tortures you
with aching limbs
and aimless walks
I love YOu
the words of charm
you dont secretely
embed in a paper piece
and slyly place
in the reader's space....

Time is gone
when the magic spell
held its hold
on the swaying moods
you dont powder
your flushing face
and smile at the mirror
smelling grace

things have changed
yes, thinking has drained
the lovely song
the lips of music
sweetness of dawn
swelling moonlight
smelling Jasmine
sinking Waves
stilling nature
all quietened
by the truth of life

Now, when eyes are ruined
heart is thumping
yes, aloud
legs are paining
joints are creaking
when your past is past
your grasp and grip
future disappearing
into present's dashing course
how do you say
the words of charm?